The Hopeless Romantic

She stays awake every night,
how silly of her as she sits in front of the laptop,
crying her eyes out every single night,
she moves on but the hurt still stays,
she knows it's not healthy,
but she's just a hopeless romantic.

Love; so sacred in her eyes,
she loves him dearly,
so much it drives her crazy, mad and selfish.
she tries to smile and carry on,
she does,
but when the night falls,
when all is silent and dark,
when others lay to rest,
she stays awake,
again weak and crying.

no use crying over split milk,
yet she cries.
cries.
and cries.

there will be no cure,
no cure for this hurt,
for she knows she will never forget him.
never.
and she sits still in the midst of her prayers.
breaking down every now and then.

for she is a hopeless romantic, for love is sacred for her.